Poem #24 (Untitled)

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You think you get it but you don't.

There's your group of people and there's mine.

Things happened between them.

People in your group are stressed and hurting.

And that's as far as you understand.

The part that you don't get is that in my group of people,

We are broken.

We are suicidal.

We hurt ourselves.

And guess what?...

Some of us were fine until all this happened. Some of us weren't.

But we were all trying.

And now?

It's even harder.

And it's not going to get easier.

So why can't we just drop it?

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